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Frontispiece 


Page   3 


AND  WHAT  HAPPENED 
NEXT 


by 


Anna  Marion  Smith 


Illustrated  by 

Reginald  Birch 


NewYork 

E.  P.  DUTTON  &L»  COMPANY 
31  Vfesi  Twenty  Third  Direct 


COPYRIGHT  BY 

E.  P.  DUTTON  &  CO. 

1909 


Ifcnfcfeerbocfeer  press,  Wew 


-pZ.8.3 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

A  cat  came  fiddling  out  of  a  barn         .         •         -  138 

A  dillcr,  a  dollar 13 

A  little  boy  went  into  a  barn          .         .         -  IK) 

Apple  pie 81 

Baa,  baa,  black  sheep    .  ....       7 

Blow,  wind,  blow,  and  go,  mill,  go  1O6 

Bow,  wow,  wow  ........  1O9 

Bumie  bee  126 

Bye  baby  bunting 68 

Clap  hands,  clap  hands 7O 

Cock  a  doodle  doo  ! 3d 

Cock  Robin  got  up  early Ill 

Daf  f  y-down-dilly .        . 125 

Dear  Sensibility  .  136 

Dr.  Faustus  was  a  good  man          ....  1O4 

Duke  of  York        .        . 84 

Four-and-twenty  tailors 113 

Georgie  Porgie     .  137 

Good  King  Arthur       ....        .         .        .77 

Great  A,  little  a   .        .      '  .        .        .        .        .        .73 

Hark,  hark,  the  dog's  do  bark          . ,       .        .         .57 

iii 

669305 


iv  CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Hey  diddle  diddle  ...  ••'...  •  69 

Hey  diddle  dinketty  .  .  •  '  •  •  •  •  96 

*«ickory,  dickory,  dock .5 

How  many  miles  to  Babylon?  •  •  •  •  78 

Humpty  Dumpty 19 

If  I'd  as  much  money 17 

I  had  a  little  doll  1O5 

I  had  a  little  hobby  horse 51 

I  had  a  little  husband 6O 

I'll  tell  you  a  story 82 

I  love  little  pussy 76 

//Jack  and  Jill 47 

Jack  be  nimble,  Jack  be  quick  .  .  .  .34 

Jack  Sprat 14 

Lady-bird,  lady-bird 64 

Little  Bopeep 25 

Little  Boy  Blue 38 

Little  Jack  Homer 9O 

Little  King  Bo&en 13O 

Little  lad,  little  lad 58 

;  Little  Miss  Muffet 44 

Little  Queen  Pippin 127 

Little  Tom  Tucker 98 

Man  in  the  wilderness 1O2 

-Mary  had  a  little  lamb       .         .         .         .         .         .86 

Miss  Mackay  ...  .  116 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Mistress  Mary 16 

Mollies  my  sister 48 

My  black  hen 36 

Nothing-at-all 119 

Old  King  Cole 11 

Old  Man  of  Tobago    .         .  .         .         .         .118 

Old  Mistress  McSbuttle 1O7 

Old  woman  tossed  up  in  a  basket        .         .         .    23 
Old  woman  who  lived  in  a  shoe  ....        1 

Once  I  saw  a  little  bird 117 

One  misty,  moisty  morning 36 

Pat-a-cake,  pat-a-cake 89 

Peter,  Peter,  pumpkin  eater 32 

Poor  old  Robinson  Crusoe 28 

Pussy  cat,  pussy  cat 97 

Pussy  sits  beside  the  fire 65 

Rock-a-bye  baby 6 

See  saw,  sacradown 67 

sJSimple  Simon 92 

Sing  a  song  o'  sixpence 42 

Taffy  was  a  Welshman 135 

The  cock  doth  crow 121 

The  crooked  man        ; 75 

The  fat  man  of  Bombay  .        .         .         .        .        .46 

The  Lion  and  the  Unicorn        ..-..»•       '•        •        •     72 
The  Man  in  the  Moon        .         .        .        .  95 


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CONTENTS 

PAGE 

The  north  wind  doth  blow      .....    74 

The  Queen  of  Hearts         ......    54 

There  was  a  little  girl        ......  124 

There  was  a  little  man     ......    4O 

There  was  a  maid      .......  1O1 

There  was  a  man,  and  he  had  naught        -         *    49 
There  was  a  man  in  our  town       ....    62 

There  was  an  old  woman        .....    33 

The  rose  is  red    ........    94 

Three  children  sliding  on  the  ice          .         -         .30 
Three  little  mice  ........       9 

Three  wise  men  of  Gotham    .....     27 

Three  young  rats         .......  115 

To  Ban  bury  Cross       .......      61 

To  market,  to  market          ......    83 

Tommy  Snooks  and  Bessy  Brooks       .         .         -  134 
Tom,  Tom,  was  a  piper's  son         ....  1O8 

Was  ever  heard  such  noise  and  clamor?.         .  123 
Wie  Willie  Winkie        .......     91 

What  are  little  girls  made  of,  made  of  ?     .         .85 
What's  the  news?      .......  132 

Your  cradle  is  green          ......    8O 


OLD  WOMAN  IN  A  SHOE 


There  was  an  old  woman 

Who  lived  in  a  shoe, 
She  had  so  many  children 
She  didn't  know  what 
to  do 


OLD  WOMAN  IN  A  SHOE 

She  gave  them  some  broth 

Without  any  bread 
And  whipped  them  all  soundly 

And  sent  them  to  bed. 


Now  it  happened  that  Santa  Glaus, 

Passing  that  way, 
Peeped  into  the  shoe  top 

And  saw  how  they  lay, 
With  their  round,  rosy  faces 

All  shining  with  tears, 
And  resolved  to  do  something 

To  comfort  the  dears. 

So  while  they  were  sleeping 

In  woful  array, 
He  bundled  those  children 

Right  into  his  sleigh ; 


OLD  WOMAN  IN  A  SHOE 


And  cracking  his  whip 

As  his  reindeers  sped  forth 

Away  they  all  flew 

To  his  home  in  the  North. 

What  wonders  he  showed  them  ! 

Such  beautiful  toys, 
Such  dolls  for  the  girls, 

And  such  drums  for  the  boys ! 
Such  farms  and  such  stables, 

Such  monkeys  and  bears, 
Such  dishes  and  tables 

And  tiny  doll's  chairs  ! 

And  when  they  had  seen 
All  the  wonderful  things 

Which  each  winter  at  Christmas 
Dear  Santa  Glaus  brings, 


OLD  WOMAN  IN  A  SHOE 


He  gave  them,  to  make 
Their  enchantment 
complete, 

Just  all  of  the  candy 

And  cake  they  could  eat. 


When  they  told  of  their  travels, 

Their  mother,  it  seems, 
Only  laughed,  and  declared 

They  were  nothing  but  dreams. 
I  'm  sure,  though,  things  must 

Have  occurred  as  they  say, 
Else  why  were  they  all  of  them 

Sick  the  next  day  ? 


HICKORY,  DIGKORY,  DOCK 


HicKory,  dicKory ,  docK , 

The  mouse  ran  up  ihe  clocK, 

The  clocK  strucK  one, 

.And  down  he  run,— 

Hickory,  dichory.docK. 


Hickory, 

dickory, 

dock, 
Again    he    tried    the 

clock, 
This    time,— don't 

frown, — 

The  clock  ran  down  ! 
Hickory,    dickory, 

dock. 


ROGK-A-BYE  BABY 


baby,  in  the  tree  top  ! 
When  the  wind  blows,  the  cradle  will  rock. 
When  the  bough  bends,  the  cradle  will  fall, 
And  down  will  come  baby,  bough,  cradle, 
and  all. 

Rock-a-bye  baby,  gently  and  slow ! 

Only  the  softest  of  breezes  will  blow, — 
Tiny  wind-children  that  pause  in  their  flight 

To  sway  the  green  branches,  and  whisper 
••  Good-night." 

Rock-a-bye  baby,  safe  in  your  nest ! 

The  north  wind,  the  south  wind,  the  east, 

and  the  west 

Silently  wait  while  the  night  shadows  stay, 
Then      whisper     "Good-morning,"     and 
hasten  away. 


BAA,  BAA,  BLACK  SHEEP 

A  -*..       G» 


''Baa,  baa,  black  sheep,  have  you 

any  wool  ?  " 
"  Yes,  marry,  have  I,  three  bags 

full  : 
One  for  my  master,  and  one  for 

my  dame, 

And  one  for  the  little  boy  that 
lives  in  our  lane." 


**  Cluck,  cluck,  black  hen,  what  have  you  for 

me?" 

**  A  fine  big  egg,  as  any  one  can  see. 
Boil  it,  or  fry  it,  or  poach  it  in  a  ring, 

And  it  will  make  a  breakfast  that  is  fit  to 
serve  a  kind." 


BAA,  BAA,  BLACK  SHEEP 

"Honk,    honk,    gray    goose,    what    can    you 

supply?" 
"As  fine,  downy  feathers  as  money  e'er  can 

buy. 

Put  them  in  a  pillow,  and  you  will  find  it  true 
You'll   sleep   at   night    so   soundly,  a   king 
might  envy  you." 

Then    they    wondered    what    the    boy    could 

bring ; 
But,  when  they  asked  him,  he  did  n't  have  a 

thing. 
So  they  've  decided, — the  sheep,  and  hen,  and 

goose,— 

That  little  boys,  upon  the  whole,  are  very 
little  use. 


THREE   LITTLE   MICE 

Three  little  mice  sat  down  to  spin, 

Pussy  passed  by  and  she  peeped  in. 

"  What  are  you  doing,  my  fine  little  men  ? 

Making  coats  for  gentlemen  ? 

Shall  I  come  in  and  cut  off  your  thread?" 

"No,  no,  Miss  Pussy,  you  'II  bite  off  our  head." 


Three    little    mice   indulged    in 
dreams 

Of   punishing   Pussy   for    all    her 
schemes. 

With    heads    together    they    whis- 
pered low, 

Plotting    their     enemy's    over- 
throw ; 

Then    started    valiantly,   hand    in 
hand, 

To  do  the   deed  so  carefully 
planned. 


THREE  LITTLE  MICE 


They  waited  till  Pussy  was 
fast  asleep, 

Then  round  and  round  her  did 
softly  creep, 

Tossing  their  shuttles   to   and 
fro, 

Binding    her   fast  from   top  to 
toe; — 

Over  her  body  and  under  her 
hair, 

Winding   her,  binding   her, 
every  where. 


With  pulses  a-quiver  and  hearts  a-quake 
They  waited  together  for  Puss  to  wake; 
And  while  the  shivers  ran  through  their  fur 
Beheld  the  proof  that  she  couldn't  stir. 
"  Now,  now,  Miss  Pussy,"  they  gleefully  said, 

"You   may,   if  you're  able,   cut   off   our 
thread." 

10 


OLD  KING  COLE 


ING  OMiE 


"  Old  King  Cote  was  a  merry 

old  soul 
And  a  merry  old  soul  was 

he: 

He  called  for  his  pipe,  and 
he  called  for  his  bowl, 

And  he  called  for  his  fid* 
dlers  three. 

Every  fiddler  had  a  fine 
fiddle, 

And  a  very  fine  fiddle  had 
he: 

(Twee*tweedle  dee,  twee* 
die  dee,  went  the 
fiddlers  three) 

Oh,  there's  none  so  rare  as  can  compare 
With  King  Cole  and  his  fiddlers  three!" 

i 
OOD  Queen  Kate  was  his  royal  mate, 

And  a  right  royal  mate  was  she: 
She  would  frequently  state  that  carous- 
ing till  late 

Was  something  that  never  should  be. 
But  every  fiddler  had  such  a  fine  fiddle, — 

Oh,  such  a  fine  fiddle  had  he, — 
i  Twee-tweedle  dee,  tweedle  dee,  went  the 
fiddlers  three) 

That  old  Kind  Cole  in  his  inmost  soul 
Was  as  restive  as  he  could  be. 

11 


OLD   KING  COLE 

WHEN  thus  spoke  she  to  his  majesty 
He  planted  his  crown  on  tight. 

"We  \vill  wait,"  whispered  he  to  the  fiddlers  three, 
"Till  the  Queen  has  retired  for  the  night." 


Every   fiddler   then    tuned        ^ 

up  his  fiddle, 

And  tuned  it  as  true  as  could 
be; 

(Twee-tweedle  dee,  tweedle 
dee,  went  the  fiddlers 
three)  ^ 

While  old  Kind  Cole  dot  his  pipe  and  his  bowl, 
And  replenished  them  secretly. 

12 


OLD   KING  COLE 

O  gay  they  drew  as  the  night 
hours  flew, 

He  forgot  how  the  time  sped 
away; 

Till  swift  overhead  he  heard   the   Queen's 
tread 

As  she  sprang  out  of  bed,  when  he  hurriedly 
said 

They  might  finish  the  tune  the  next  day. 
Every  fiddler  he  had  a  fine  fiddle, 
And  a  very  fine  fiddle  had  he: 

(Twee-tweedle    dee,    tweedle    dee,    went    the 
fiddlers  three) 

Oh,  'twas  not  fair  such  a  concert  rare 
Should  be  ended  so  suddenly! 


13 


JACK   SPRAT 
Jack  Sprat  could  eat  no  fat, 

His  wife  could  eat  no  lean; 
So  'twixt  them  both  they  cleared  the  clothf 
licked  the  platter  clean. 


What  meat  remained,  they  then  explained, 

They  always  gave  the  cat, 
I  know — I  do — some  others  who 

Are  generous  like  that. 


A  DILLER,  A  DOLLAR 


diller,  a  dollar, 
ten  o'clock  scholar, 

What  makes  you   come  so 
soon? 

You    used   to    come    at  ten 
o'clock, 

But  now  you  come  at  noon. 

A  diller,  a  dollar, 

A  ten  o'clock  scholar, 

If     thus     you    make    things 
hum, 

You'll   f£et   to   school   some 
yesterday, 

And     leave     before     you 
come. 


15 


MISTRESS  MARY 

Mistress  Mary,  quite  contrary, 
How  does  your  garden  grow,— 

With  silver  bells,  and  cockle  shells, 
Jlnd  pretty  maids  all  in  a  row  ? 


My  garden  bears,  sir,  many  cares,  sir; 

I  work  in  it  long  and  late; 
For  pretty  maids  in  flowery  shades 

Are  troublesome  things  to  keep  straight, 


Night  descending  brings  no  ending, — 
No  moment  of  rest  from  care; 

For  bats  come  out,  and  fly  about, 
And  June  bugs  are  everywhere. 

When  to  these,  sir,  owls  in  trees,  sir, 
Have  added  their  grewsome  lay, 

Each  pretty  maid  is  sore  afraid, 
And  hastily  scampers  away. 

Shells  that  crinkle,  and  bells  that  tinkle, 
And  maidens  all  white  and  red, 

Bring  little  luck  as  garden  truck; — 
I'd  rather  raise  wall-flowers  instead. 

16 


IF  I'D  AS  MUCH  MONEY 


//  /  'd  as  much  money  as  I  could  spend, 
I  never  would  cry  old  chairs  to  mend; 
Old  chairs  to  mendt  old  chairs  to  mend, 
I  never  would  cry  old  chairs  to  mend. 

If  I'd  as  much  money  as  I  could  tell, 
I  never  would  cry  old  clothes  to  sell; 
Old  clothes  to  sell,  old  clothes  to  sell; 
I  never  would  cry  old  clothes  to  sell. 

I'd  settle  myself  in  a  cushioned  chair, 
And  scatter  my  money  as  free  as  air, 
As  free  as  air,  as  free  as  air, 
I'd  scatter  my  money  as  free  as  air. 


17 


IF  I'D  AS  MUCH  MONEY 
And  when  it  was  spent,  and  I  had  no  more, 
I  'd  do  what  so  many  have  done  before, 
Have  done  before,  have  done  before, 
I'd  do  what  so  many  have  done  before: 


I  'd  rail  for  a  while  at  my  luck  and  then 
I  'd  cry  old  chairs  and  old  clothes  again, 
Old  clothes  again,  old  clothes  again, 
I'd  cry  old  chairs  and  old  clothes  again. 


18 


HUMPTY  DUMPTY 


Humpty  J)umpty  sat  on  a  wall .  ^Wi '    '- 
Humpty  Pumpty  had  a  £reat  fall 

King  s  horses  and  all  tKe^ 

Couldn't  put  Humpty  J)umpty 


HUMPTY  DUMPTY 


There  he  lay,  stretched   out   on 
the  ground, 

While    all    the     company     gath- 
ered around, 

When,  valiantly  stifling  his  tears 
and  his  groans, 

He  sadly  addressed   them  in 
quavering*  tones. 


HUMPTY    DUMPTY 


"  Friends,"  said  Humpty ,  wiping  his  eyes, 
**  This  sudden  descent  was  an  awful  surprise, 

It  inclines  me  to  think — you  may  laugh  at 
my  views — 

That    a    seat    that    is    humble   is   safest   to 

choose. 

t 

"All  are  not  fitted  to  sit  on  a  wall; 
Some  have  no   balance,  and   some  are  too 

small. 

Many  have  tried  it,  and  found,  as  I  guess, 
They ' ve  ended,  like  me,  in  a  terrible  mess. 

"  Hark,  you  horses,  and  all  you  King's  men ! 
Hear  it,  and  never  forget  it  again! 
'T   is   those   who   are   patient   in   seats   that 

are  low, 
Who  some  day  get  up   in   high  places,  and 

crow ! " 

21 


HUMPTY  DUMPTY 


Then  they  took  him,  and  put  him  to  bed. 
I  hope  you'll  remember  the  things    that 

he  said; 

For   all    the    King's    horses,    and    all   the 
•  King's  men, 

Never  once  thought 
of  his  sermon 
again. 


OLD  WOMAN  IN  A  BASKET 


There  was  an   old 
woman    tossed 
up  in  a  basket, 
Seventy  times  as 
high  as  the  moon  ; 
where  she  was 
going,  I  couldn't 
but  ask  it, 
For  in  her  hand  she 
carried  a  broom. 

"Old  woman,  old  woman,  old  woman,"  quoth  I, 
"Whither,  oh  whither,  oh  whither  so  high?" 
"To  sweep  the  cobwebs  from  the  sky, 
But  I'll  be  back  again  by  and  by." 


I     saw    this   old   woman    come   down   in   her 

basket 

From  journeying  over  beyond  the  moon; 
And  what  she  had  done  there,   I    could    not 

but  ask  it, 

For  still  in  her  hand  she  carried  her  broom. 
"Old     woman,     old     woman,    old    woman," 

quoth   I, 
"Have   you   brushed  all   the   cobwebs   away 

from  the  sky?" 

23 


OLD  WOMAN  IN  A  BASKET 

And  while  she  went  airily  drifting  away, 
These  were  the  words  I  heard  her  say: 


"Look  upward  to-night  when  the  star-lamps 

shine  brightly, 

No  dust  will  you  see  in  the  tiniest  ray; 
And   all   of    the    cobwebs,     you'll     find,   are 

swept  lightly 

In  orderly  rows  in  the  dim  Milky  Way. 
"  If  only  the  wind  would  be  quiet,"  said  she, 
"  How  easy  in  future  my  sweeping  would  be ! 
But  later  he  's  sure  to  come  blustering  by, 
And  blow  them  again  all  over  the  sky." 


LITTLE  BOPEEP 


Little  Bopeep  has  lost  her  sheep, 
And  does  n't  know  where  to  find  them. 

Leave  them  alone,  and  they  'II  come  home, 
Bringing  their  tails  behind  them. 

'T  would  n't  be  fair  to  tell  her  where 
They  are,  for  her  heart  't  would  harden. 

They  Ve  frolicked,  I  know,  an  hour  or  so 
In  little  Bopeep's  own  garden. 

No  danger  assails  those  woolly  tails, — 
Oh  no,  so  she  need  n't  worry ; 

But  if  she  would  save  her  lilies  brave, 
I  think  she  would  better  hurry. 

25 


LITTLE   BOPEEP 
The  lavender  beds  are  tramped  to  shreds; 

They  even  have  buried  their  noses, 
For  savory  whiffs  and  long-drawn  sniffs. 

In  little  Bopeep's  own  roses. 

And  oh,  there  are  some, — but  here  they  come, 
So  innocent,  who  'd  remind  them  ? 

And  one  can  descry  with  half  an  eye 
The  tails  they  are  bringing  behind  them, 

Little  Bopeep,  not  only  sheep 

Will  do  the  things  I  am  telling. 
No  truant  fails  to  bring  home  tails, 

Though  of  a  different  spelling. 


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THREE  WISE  MEN 

Three  wise  men  of  Gotham 
Went  to  sea  in  a  bowl. 

If  the  bowl  had  been  stronger, 
My  song  had  been  longer. 

They  sailed  away  so  blithely 
Over  the  bounding  sea; — 

The  thoughts  of  it  harrow 
Me  e'en  to  my  marrow! 


The  water  was  deep  and  fishy, 
Morever  't  was  very  cold ; — 

If  the  details  distress  you, 

You  shan't  hear  them,  bless  you ! 


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POOR  OLD  ROBINSON  CRUSOE 

Poor  old  Robinson  Crusoe,  poor  old 
Robinson  Crusoe! 

They  made  him  a  coat 

Of  an  old  nanny  goat, 

I  wonder  how  they  could  do  so! 

With  a  ring-a^ting-tang,  and  a  ring' 
acting-tang, 

Poor  old  Robinson  Crusoe! 

Poor  old  Robinson   Crusoe,  poor 
old   Robinson  Crusoe ! 

When  the  cannibal  crew 

Desired  interview 
With  refreshments  of  stew, 
Said  Friday  would  do. 
I  wonder  how  he  could  do  so! 

With   a  ring-a-ting-tang,  and   a   ring-a-ting- 
tang, 

Poor  old  Robinson  Crusoe! 


POOR  OLD  ROBINSON  CRUSOE 

Poor  old   Robinson  Crusoe,  poor  old   Robin- 
son Crusoe! 

When  the  cannibals  met, 

He  sent  a  regret, 

And  explained  never  yet 

Had  he  shocked  etiquette 

By  dining  abroad  with  the  swell  upper  set 

In  a  shabby  old,  furry  old  skin  mantelet. 

How  clever  of  him  that  he  knew   so  ! 

With    a    ring-a-ting-tang,  and  a  ring-a-ting- 


Wise  old  Robinson  Crusoe! 


Three  children  sliding  on  the  ice 

Upon  a  summer's  day, 
It  so  fell  out  they  all  fell  in, 

The  rest,  they  ran  away. 
Wow  had  those  children  been  at  home, 

Or  sliding  on  dry  ground, 
Ten  thousands  pounds  to  one  penny, 

They  had  not  all  been  drowned. 


THREE  CHILDREN  SLIDING  ON   THE  ICE 
So,  children  dear,  pay  heed  to  me, 

And  hearken  what  I  say: 
'T  is  always  best  to  stay  indoors 
When  you  so  out  to  play. 


And  when  you  slide,  keep  off  the  ice ; 

When  sailing,  stay  on  shore : 
'T  is  those  who  take  their  pleasures  thus 

Who  live  to  play  some  more. 


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PETER,  PETER,  PUMPKIN  EATER 


Peter,  Peter,  pump* 
kin  eater, 

Had  a  wife  and 
couldn't  keep 
her; 

He  put  her  in  a 
pumpkin  shell 

And  there  he 
kept  her  very 
well. 


Then  did  Peter,  deep  and  wily, 
Sit  him  down  and  chuckle  slily, 

Thinking  with  a  cheerful  smile 
How  Mrs.  Peter  felt  the  while. 


"Well,"  said  he,  "I  state  with  pleasure, 
A  wife  that  stays  at  home's  a  treasure. 

If  other  men  were  bright,  like  me, 

How  many  more  of  them  there  'd  be ! " 

32 


THERE  WAS  AN  OLD  WOMAN 


There  was  an  old  woman,  and 
what  do  you  think, 

She  lived  upon  nothing  but 
victuals  and  drink. 

Victuals  and  drink  were  the 
chief  of  her  diet, 

yet  this  old  woman  could 
never  be  quiet. 


Now   after   she'd   hustled   and   bustled  for 
years, 

She  fell  in  with  people  with  modern  ideas; 

She  then  lived  on   health   foods   and  other 
such  stuff, 

And  in  less  than  a   month   she  was  quiet 
enough. 


JACK  BE   NIMBLE 


Jack  be  nimble,  Jack 
quick, 

1      Jack  jump  over  the  can* 
dlestlck! 


Jack  be  nimble,  Jack 

be  spry! 
You   can  do  it  if  you 

try. 


Jack  be  nimble, 
•  no  w ! 


you 

Good   dod  ! 
BOW 
WOW!  ^ 


COCK  A  DOODLE  DOO ! 


Cock  a  doodle  doo  I 
My  master's  lost  his  shoe! 
My  dame  has  lost  her  fiddle  stick, 
knows  not  what  to  do! 


Cock  a  doodle  doo! 

Just  so  and  hunt  them,  you, 

And  bring  us  back  the  things  we  lack, 

If  you  can  find  the  clue. 

Cock  a  doodle  doo! 
When  things  go  wrong  with  you, 
Unless  you  wail,  who  knows  your  ail, 
Or  thinks  of  helping  you? 

Cock  a  doodle  doo! 

The  things  I  say  are  true. 

'Tis  well  to  shout  your  troubles  out, 

And  cry  a  loud  BOO  HOO! 


MY  BLACK   HEN 

Higgledy,  piggledy,  my  black  hen, 

She  lays  eggs  for  gentlemen, 
Sometimes  nine,  and  sometimes  ten, 

Higgledy,  piggledy,  my  black  hen. 

Honketty,  wonketty,  my  dray  goose 
Lays  egg's  too  large  to  be  of  use, — 

The  size  an  ostrich  might  produce, — 
Honketty,  wonketty,  my  dray  goose. 

Quacketty,  wacketty,  my  white  duck, 

The  eggs  she  lays  should  bring  me  luck 

For  they  would  fill  a  two-horse  truck, 
Quacketty,  wacketty,  my  white  duck. 

Some  day  you  '11  see  me,  if  you  go, 

Exhibit  at  the  poultry  show 
All  these  great  marvels  in  a  row, — 

Oh  yes,  you  '11  see  it,  if  you  go. 


MY  BLACK  HEN 
And  then  you  '11  see  how  I  excel, 

And  how  the  prizes  come  pell-mell 
For  these  fine  fowls, — and  one  as  well 

For  the  great  bid  stories  I  can  tell. 


37 


•  -  -   /R,     -x 

Little  boy  Blue  ,  come  blow  your  horn., 
t>he  sheep's  inihe  meadow, the  cows  in. "(he 
Is  this  ihe  way  you  mind  your  sheep  ,  — 
Under  the  Hay stacK, fast  asleep  ? 


Little  boy  Blue,  awake,  awake, 

And  see  how  merry  your  charges  make! 

Through    field   and   garden   their  course  they 
steer, 

And  the   mischief  they're   doing,—- oh    dear, 
oh  dear! 


I  see  them  now,  as  they  wander  far, 
With  never  a  thought  of  a  fence  or  bar. 
I  hear  them  laugh,—!  'm  sure  I  do,— 

As  they  think  of   the   trouble   they  Ve   made 
for  you. 


LITTLE  BOY  BLUE 

Ah,  little  boy  Blue,  this  wisdom  keep, 

That   much   may   happen    when   one  is 
asleep ; 

And  he  who  'd  harvest  his  field  of  corn 

Must  keep  his  eyes  open,  and  blow  his 
horn. 


THERE  WAS  A  LITTLE   MAN 

There  was  a  little  man,  and  he  had  a  little 
gun, 

And  his  bullets  they  were  made  of  lead,  lead, 
lead. 

He  went  unto  the  brook,  and  shot  a   little 
duck, 

And  he  hit  her  right  through  the  head,  head, 
head. 

Then  he  went  home  unto  his  wife  Joan, 
And  bade  her  a  good  fire  make,  make,  make, 

For  to  roast  the  little  duck  he  had  shot  at  the 
brook, 

While  he  went  to  fetch  home  the  drake,  drake, 
drake. 

He  took  a   little   road   that  climbed  a  little 
hill, 

And   walked   until    his  little  legs  did  ache, 
ache,  ache ; 

And  though  he  kept  as  still  as  the  listening 
whippoorwill, 

He  never  saw  a  si^n  of  any   drake,  drake, 
drake. 

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THERE  WAS  A  LITTLE  MAN 

A  little  passing  shower  then  wet  him  through 
and  through, 

And  home  he  went  to  tell  his  Joan  his  luck, 
luck,  luck ; 

.  And  I  am  not  astonished,  no  indeed  I  'm  not, 
are  you? — 

That  he  wished  he  'd  been  contented  with  the 
duck,  duck,  duck. 


41 


Sing  a  song  o'  sixpence, 

Pocket  full  of  rye; 
Four*and'twenty  blackbirds 

Baked  in  a  pie. 
When  the  pie  was  opened 

The  birds  began  to  sing, 
Was  not  this  a  dainty  dish 

To  set  before  the  King? 

The  King  was  in  his  counting' house 

Counting  out  his  money  ; 
The  Queen  was  in  the  parlor 

Eating  bread  and  honey ; 
The  maid  was  in  the  garden 

Hanging  out  the  clothes, 
When  along  came  a  blackbird 

And  nipped  off  her  nose. 

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SING  A  SONG  O'  SIXPENCE 

Sinfi  a  song  o*  sixpence, 

Pocket  full  of  rye ; 
I  know  another  blackbird 

Baked  in  a  pie. 
The  maid  it  was  who  baked  it 

With  all  her  might  and  main, 
Resolved  there 'd  be  one  blackbird 

That  should  n't  nip  again. 


LITTLE  MISS  MUFFET 


Little  Miss  Muffet 
Sat  on  a  tuffet, 
Eating  of  curds  and  whey. 
There  came  a  big  spider, 
And  sat  down  beside  her. 

Which  frightened  Miss  Muffet 
away. 


So  great  was  her  flurry, 
She  left  in  a  hurry, 

And  down  dropped  the  bowl  with 
a  crash; 

While  over  the  tuffet 
Poor  little  Miss  Muffet 
Beheld  her  flood  supper  f£o  splash. 


The  next  time  Miss  Muffet 
Took  tea  on  the  tuffet, 
A  bumble  bee,  buzzing  that  way, 
Grew  suddenly  bolder, 
And  perched  on  her  shoulder, 

Whereat  she  was  filled  with  dis- 
may. 

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LITTLE  MISS  MUFFET 

And,  being  faint-hearted, 

She  promptly  departed, 
Bespattering  over  her  feet 

The  supper  delicious, 

Which  she,  unsuspicious, 
Had  fully  expected  to  eat. 

"Alack,"  said  Miss  Muffet, 

"111  fortune  doth  buff et 
The  timid.     Hereafter  I  '11  be 

A  maiden  heroic, 

And  sit  like  a  stoic, 
At  least  till  I've  finished  my  tea.1 


45 


There  was  a  fat  man  of  Bombay, 
Who  sat  smoking  one  sunshiny  day, 

When  a  bird  called  a  snipe 

Flew  away  with  his  pipe, 
Which  vexed  the  fat  man  of  Bombay. 

This  very  adventurous  snipe 
He  hurried  away  with  the  pipe, 
And  attempted  to  smoke, 
But  it  caused  him  to  choke, 
And  just  about  finished  the  snipe. 


V- 
40 


JACK  AND  JILL 


Jack  and  Jill  went  up 
the  hill 

To  fetch  a  pail  of  wa* 
ter. 

Jack  fell   down   and 
broke  his  crown, 

Jtnd  Jill  came  turn* 
bling  after. 


Down  the  road  the  water  flowed, 
A  sight  to  make  one  shiver, 

For  in  it  flat  they  limply  sat 
Like  islands  in  a  river. 

And  sitting  so,  they  saw  below — 
Which  wasn't  real  consoling — 

The  pail  they  'd  brought,  and  filled 
for  naught, 

Far  down  the  hill  a-rolling. 


Then  slowly  they  in  dire  dismay 
Went  homeward,  much  dejected. 

Oh  dear!  things  will  turn  out  so  ill 
When  it  is  least  expected! 

47 


MOLLIE,   MY  SISTER 

Mollie,  my  sister,  and  I  fell  out, 

And  what  do  you  think  it  was  all  about? 

She  loved  coffee  aad  I  loved  tea, 

And  that  was  the  reason  we  couldn't  agree. 

"Coffee  for  breakfast  to-day,"  said  she. 
"No,"  replied  I,  "we  will  make  some  tea." 
Aud  though  for  peace  we  were  nothing  loth, 
We  never  bethought  us  we  mig*ht  have  both. 

"Tea  for  our  dinner  to-day,"  said  I. 

"  Coffee,"  said  Mollie,  beginning  to  cry. 

We  might   have   drank  water,  and  ended  the 
spat, 

But  really,  we  'd  never  a  notion  of  that. 


48 


^L£g_B-- -*"- 

There  was  a  man  and  he  had  naught, 

J}nd  robbers  came  to  rob  him, 
He  crept  up  the  chimney  top, 

Jlnd  then  they  thought  they  had  him. 
Rut  he  got  down  the  other  side, 

Jlnd  then  they  could  not  find  him  : 
He  ran  fourteen  miles  In  fifteen  days, 

Jtnd  never  looked  behind  him. 

When  at  last 'he  stopped  to  rest, 

The  people  gathered  round  him, 
And  asked  him  how  it  happened  they 

In  such  a  state  had  found  him.    . 
They  set  him  up  against  a  tree, 

And  sprinkled  him  and  fanned  him; 
Then  gently  led  him  on  to  tell 

Of  what  had  so  unmanned  him. 

••  My  friends,"  he  said,  "  no  wealth  had  I, 
But  robbers  came  to  steal  it; 

The  courage  I  displayed  that  day, — 
I  never  will  reveal  it. 

49 


THERE  WAS 
A  MAN  AND  HE  HAD  NAUGHT 

I  bravely  climbed  the  chimney  top 
To  warn  my  nearest  neighbor, 

And  then  went  down  the  other  side, 
A  most  prodigious  labor. 

And  now  I  Ve  travelled  all  this  way 

That  I  may  help  you  catch  them, 
And  having*  got  the  wicked  rogues, 

That  I  may  soon  despatch  them. 
Oh,  well  I  see  why  riches  make 

So  many  people  dizzy, 
When  taking  care  of  none  at  all 

Can  keep  a  man  so  busy!" 


50 


I  HAD  A  LITTLE  HOBBY-HORSE 

/  had  a  little  hobby  horse,  his  name  was 
Dappte-Grey, 

His  head  was  made  of  pea-straw,  his  tail  was 
made  of  hay. 

I  sold  him  to  an  old  woman  for  a  copper 
groat, 

Jtnd  I  'II  not  sing  my  song  again  without  a 
new  coat. 

Now  this  old  woman  went  to  town  upon  a 
market  day, 

And  that  she  might   arrive  in  time,  she  rode 
on  Dapple-Grey. 

He  cantered  and  he  galloped  till  he   fairly 
made  her  ache, 

Yet  strange  to  say,  in  spite  of  all,  no  pro- 
gress did  he  make. 

In  wrath  the  poor  old  lady  then  secured  him 
to  a  tree, 

Beside  a  field  in  which  a  donkey  wandered 
aimlessly ; 

And  setting  forth  adown  the  road  in  all  the 
dust  and  heat, 

She  went  to  town  the    good   old   way,  upon 
her  own  two  feet. 

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I  HAD  A  LITTLE   HOBBY-HORSE 

Alas,  alas,  poor   D  a  p  p  1  e-Grey !     She  scarce 
had  turned  her  back 

Before  a  crow  espied  the  pea-straw,  sticking 
through  a  crack. 

"  Caw,  caw,"  said  he,  "  a  nice  soft  nest  such 
straw  would  make,  no  doubt " ; 

And  taking  hold  with  right  good  will,  pulled 
all  the  pea-straw  out. 


And  presently  it   happened   that   the   donkey 
strayed  that  way, 

"  Oh  my ! "  he   brayed,    "  I  'm  sure  I  smell 
some  most  delicious  hay!" 

And   stretching   forth  his  shaggy  neck  above 
the  topmost  rail, 

I  grieve  to  say  he   gobbled   up   the  whole   of 
Dapple's  tail. 


Now  what  a  sight  was  Dapple-Grey,  to  meet 
his  owner's  eye, 

When    she    returned,  all   tired    and   cross,  as 
happened  by  and  by! 

It  makes  me  shiver  when  I  think  what  dread- 
ful things  she  said 

About   his   tail,  his  rate  of  speed,  his  empti- 
ness of  head! 

52 


I  HAD  A  LITTLE  HOBBY-HORSE 

I  do  not  see  why  she  should  feel  that  she  's 
been  taken  in, 

Although   of   course   I   know  he 's   not  the 
horse  he  once  has  been. 

Nor  do  I  see  why  she  should  ask  that   I  re- 
turn that  groat; — 

Oh,  what  a  doleful   song   is  this  to  sing  for 
one  new   coat! 


53 


THE  QUEEN   OF  HEARTS 


The  Queen  of  Hearts, 

she  made  some  tarts 
Ml  on  a  summer's 

day 
The  J£nave  of  Hearts,  he 

stole  those  tarts 
Jlnd  with   them  ran 

away. 
The  King  of  Hearts 

called  for  the  tarts 

And  beat  the  Knave  full  sore. 
The  Kjiave  of  Hearts  brought  back  the  tarts, 
Jlnd  vowed  he  'd  steal  no  more. 

This  noble  queen,  with  mind  serene, 

Then  made  a  mammoth  cake. 
The  naughty  knave  for  cake  did  crave, 

And  off  with  it  did  make. 
The  haughty  king,  for  punishing, 

Would  have  him  eat  it  all, 
Which  made  the  knave — unhappy  slave — 

Too  sick  to  speak  or  crawl. 

Next  day  the  queen,  with  lofty  mien, 

Prepared  some  lovely  pies. 
The  feeble  knave  side-glances  gave 

At  them  with  longing  eyes. 

54 


THE   QUEEN  OF  HEARTS 

The  cruel  kind,  with  mocking  fling, 
Said :  "  Do,  now,  have  some  pie ! " 

The  qualmish  knave,  no  longer  brave, 
Could  only  groan,  "  Not  I." 

Since  then,  at  ease,  their  majesties 

Eat  pastries  every  day. 
The  knave  affirms  his  stomach  squirms, 

And  looks  the  other  way. 
Alas,  alas,  to  such  a  pass 

Doth  gluttony  invite! 
'T  is  very  sad  to  be  so  bad, 

And  lose  one's  appetite. 


55 


ONE  MISTY,  MOISTY  MORNING 

One  misty,  moisfy  morning 
When  cloudy  was  the  weather, 

I  chanced  to  meet  an  old  man 
clothed  all  in  leather. 

'  He  began  to  compliment,  and  I 
began  to  grin, 

How  do  you  do,  and  how  do 
you  do 

Jlnd  how  do  you  do  again? 

This  morning  as  I  wandered 
To  enjoy  the  charming  weather, 

I  met  a  man  in   g*oggles   and   a   modern   suit 
of  leather. 

He  began  to  toot  a  horn,  and  I  began  to  run ; 
He  knocked  me  flat,  nor  cared  for  that 
And  down  the  road  he  spun. 


Hark,  Hark,  the  dogs  do  bark! 

The  beggars  have  come  to  town 
Some  in  rags,  and  some  in  tags, 

And  some  in  velvet  gowns. 

Hear,  hear,  they  're  drawing  near ! 

Just  hark  to  the  tramp  of  feet! 
So  haste  about,  set  tables  out, 

And  get  them  food  to  eat. 

Run,  run,  the  turkey  's  done ! 

I  hope  it  is  nicely  dressed, 
For  those  who  shirk  and  will  not  work 

Are  sure  to  want  the  best. 


57 


LITTLE  LAD,  LITTLE   LAD 


"Little  tad,  tittle  lad, 
Where  were  you  born  ?  " 
"Far  off  in  Lancashire  under  a  thorn, 
Where  they  sup  buttermilk 

With  a  ram's  horn: 
And  a  pumpkin,  scooped, 

With  a  yellow  rim, 
Is  the  bonny  bowl  they  breakfast  in." 

"  Little  lad,  little  lad, 
Why  do  you  weep?" 

"The  low  of  the  cattle  and  bleat  of  the 
sheep, — 

I  hear  them  at  night  when 

58 


LITTLE  LAD,  LITTLE  LAD 

I  'm  going  to  sleep ; 
And  the  heather  bloom, 

With  its  purple  dye, 
I  see  it  at  night  in  the  western  sky." 

"  Little  lad,  little  lad, 
Why  do  you  smile?" 

"  Hill,  and  green  valley,  and  far-away 
isle,— 

They  rise  up  before  me 

And  linger  awhile, 
Like  the  mists  that  rise 

In  the  early  morn, 
Far  off  in  Lancashire,  where  1  was  born, 


/  had  a  little  husband 

J\[o  bigger  than  my  thumb, 
I  put  him  in  a  pint-pot, 

And  there  I  bid  him  drum. 
I  bought  a  little  handkerchief 

To  wipe  his  little  nose, 
And  a  pair  of  little  garters 

To  tie  his  little  hose. 

I  bought  a  little  carriage 

And  took  him  out  to  ride, 
And  yet  with  all  my  efforts 

He  was  n't  satisfied. 
I  never  would  have  married, 

Now  this  I  do  declare, — 
If  I  9d  supposed  a  husband 

Was  such  an  awful  care. 


TO  BANBURY  GROSS 

Ride  a  cock-horse  to  Banbury  Cross 

To  see  an  old  woman  upon  a  white  horse. 

With  rings  on  her  fingers  and  bells  on  her 
toes, 

She  shall  have  music  wherever  she  goes. 

Ride  a  cock-horse  to  Banbury  Cross 

To    see    this    old    woman    do   'round    on   her 
horse. 

With    tinklings    and  jinglings    what    plaudits 
she  wins, 

As   'round   and   around  past   the   people   she 
spins ! 

Ride  a  cock-horse  out  Banbury  way 

To  see  how  the  old  lady  feels  the  next  day. 

With    bandages,    ointments,    and    plasters 
beside, 

I  think  we  shall  find  her  repenting  her  ride. 


61 


THERE  WAS  A  MAN  IN  OUR  TOWN 

There    was    a  man   in 
our  town, 

And   he    was    won* 
drous  wise. 

He  jumped  into  a  bram* 
ble  bush 

And    scratched    out 
both  his  eyes. 

And  when  he  saw  his  eyes  were  out, 

With  all  his  might  and  main 
He  jumped  into  another  bush 

And  scratched  them  In  again. 


This  clever  man  then  hastened  on 

And  bought  a  pair  of  shears, 
But  when  he  tried  to  cut  with  them, 

He  snipped  off  both  his  ears. 
And  when  he  heard  his  ears  were  off 

('T  was  told  him  o'er  and  o'er), 
He  seized  the  shears  and  snipped  them  back 

As  they  had  been  before. 


THERE  WAS  A  MAN  IN  OUR  TOWN 
"  Because,"  said  he,  "  wise  men  like  me, 

Who  travel  round  about, 
And  keep  their  eyes,  and  use  them  well, 

May  find  some  people  out. 
And  if  they  also  keep  their  ears, 

And  hark  what  hearsay  brings, 
They're  likewise  pretty  sure  to  hear 

Some  very  funny  things." 


63 


LADY-BIRD,  LADY-BIRD 

Lady 'bird,  lady*bird,  fly  away  home, 

Your   house    is  on    fire,    your   children    all 
gone ! — 

.All  but  one,  and  her  name  is  Jinn, 
And  she  crept  under  the  pudding*pan. 

Margaret  ran  with  the  bucket  and  pail; 

Mary,  whose  bravery  never  would  fail, 
Caught    up    the    dipper,  and    raised    a    great 

shout 

That  she  and  the  dipper  would  soon  put  it 
out. 

Elizabeth  skurried  like  one  in  a  craze, 

A -hunting  for  blankets  to  smother  the  blaze; 
While  Katherine  sprinkled  some  salt  on  the 

fire, 

And  wept  when  the  flames  mounted  higher 
and  higher. 

Now  where  are  they  all  who  so  bravely  have 

done? 
The   house   is  on  fire  and  the  children  are 

gone,— 

All  but  the  prudent  and  timorous  Ann, 
And  she  crept  under  the  pudding-pan. 

Lady-bird,  lady-bird,  courage,  I  know, 

In  season  of  danger  it 's  noble  to  show ; 

But  oh,  there  are  points  I  could  tell  if  I  tried, 
In  favor  of  knowing  good  places  to  hide. 

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Pussy  sits  beside  the  fire 

How  can  she  be  fair? 
Then  comes  in  the  tittle  dog, 

"Pussy,  are  you  there? 
So  so,  dear  Mistress  Pussy, 

Pray  tell  me  how  do  you  do?  " 
"Indeed  I  thank  you,  little  dog, 

I'm  very  well  just  now." 

"  Fy,  pussy,  what  a  lazy  cat, 

On  such  a  pleasant  day, 
To  sit  and  drowse  beside  the  fire 

And  sleep  the  hours  away! 
A  self-respecting  dog  would  think 

Himself  a  sorry  cur, 
If  he  did  nothing  all  day  long 

But  fold  his  arms  and  purr!" 


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PUSSY  SITS  BESIDE  THE  FIRE 


"  Now,  sir,  you  need  n't  criticise 

Because  I  sit  and  blink, 
For  while  my  eyes  are  shut,  like  this, 

I  think,  and  think,  and  think. 
And  when  I  purr,  please  understand 

I  work  with  all  my  might, 
A-humming  over  songs  I  sing 

When  I  go  out  at  night. 


"  Excuse  me.     Now  I  '11  close  my  eyes, 

And  think  a  little  more. 
On  busy  days  like  this,  I  show 

My  visitors  the  door. 
'  T  is  only  little  dogs  who  judge 

That  one  must  idle  be, 
Unless  one  's  chasing  round  and  round 
Or  barking  up  a  tree." 


SEE  SAW,  SAGRADOWN 


See  saw,  sacradown, 
Which  is  the  way  to  Boston  town? 
One  foot  up,  the  other  foot  down, 
That  is  the  way  to  Boston  town. 

See  saw,  steady  and  slow ! 
Other  places  there  are,  I  know, 

But  they  are  not  worth  the  trouble, 
to  do, 

For  Boston  people  have  told  me  so. 


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BYE  BABY  BUNTING 


Bye  baby  bunting,  papa 's 
gone  a-huntingf 

Gone  to  get  a  rabbit  skin  to 
wrap  the  baby  bunting 

^  in. 

Bye  baby  bunting,  even 
now  he's  hunting, 

Over  hill  and  leafy  dale 
following  the  rabbit's 
trail. 


Bye  baby   bunting,  soon 
,//         he'll    come    from    hunt- 


With  a  furry  bunny  skin 
to  wrap  this  precious 
baby  in. 


Bye  baby  bunting,  mamma  's  gone  a-hunting. 

A  seal  skin  she  will  get,  I   trow,  but  not  for 
baby  bunting,  no  ! 


HEY  DIDDLE  DIDDLE 

Hey  diddle  diddle,  the  cat  and  the 
fiddle, 

The  cow  jumped  over  the  moon. 

The  little  dog  laughed  to  see  such 
sport, 

Jlnd  the  dish  ran  away  with  the 
spoon. 

Hey  diddle  diddle,  't  was  such  a  fine  fiddle, 

And  pussy  made  music  so  gay, 
The  donkey  a  jig  would  dance  with  the  pig, 

And  so  they  went  prancing  away. 

Hey  diddle  diddle,  she  still  played  the  fiddle, 
The  billy-goat  offered  to  sing, 

Whereat   the  whole  pack  came  scampering 
back, 

And  capered  around  in  a  ring. 


Clap  hands,  clap 
y^,  hands,  till  papa 
%|S  comes  home, 

\    Papa  has  money,   and 

\        mamma  has  none. 

\ 


jjClap  hands  for  mam- 
fj  ma  as  well,  and 
U  ™fc~  not? 


For  she  can  spend 
all    that    dear 


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THE  LION  AND  THE  UNICORN 

The  Lion  and  the  Unicorn 

Were  fighting  for  the  crown; 
The  Lion  beat  the  Unicorn 

Jill  around  the  town. 
Some  gave  them  white  bread, 

And  some  gave  them  brown, 
Jlnd  some  gave  them  plum  cake, 

Jtnd  sent  them  out  of  town. 

The  road  was  very  hot  and  long, 

And  they  were  bruised  and  sore. 
In  wrathful  mood  they  plodded  on, 

Perhaps  a  mile  or  more. 
But  oh,  a  mile  is  pretty  far 

When  one  can  scarcely  crawl; 
And  there  is  lots  of  chance  to  think 

When  no  one  speaks  at  all! 

At  last  they  reached  a  wayside  oak 

Whose  limbs  a  shelter  made, 
And  there  they  sat  them  stiffly  down 

To  rest  beneath  its  shade. 
Among  the  leaves  a  little  breeze 

Blew  gently  in  and  out; 
Some  way  a  crown  began  to  seem 

Too  small  to  fight  about. 


THE  LION  AND  THE  UNICORN 

The  Lion  broke  the  silence  first; 

"  It 's  dinner  time,"  he  said. 
The  Unicorn,  with  dignity, 

Proposed  some  cake  and  bread. 
And  so  they  cleared  a  level  spot 

And  spread  some  papers  down, 
And  on  them  set  the  plum  cake  out, 

The  white  bread,  and  the  brown. 

The  Lion  hobbled  to  the  spring, 

For  very  dry  were  they; 
The  Unicorn  limped  back  and  forth 

And  shooed  the  flies  away ; 
And  then  they  sighed  and  settled  down 

Beside  this  banquet  small, 
And  both  agreed  that  maybe  peace 

Was  better  after  all. 


GREAT  A,  LITTLE  A 


Great  Jl,  little  a,  bouncing  B, 

The  cat  fs  in  the  cupboard,  and  she 
can't  see. 

Miaow,  miaow,  she  can't  see! 


Stop,  now,  pussy  cat,  don't  cry  so, 
For  I  know  a  secret  I  '11  whisper  low — 
Sh,  sh ;  sh,  sh ;  I  '11  whisper  low. 

Cheer  up,  pussy  cat,  don't  despair ! 
The  jelly  and  doughnuts  are  kept  in  there, 
Oh  yes,  oh  yes,  kept  in  there ! 

Don't  you  think  you  're  a  lucky  cat  ? 

I  'd  dive  seven  pennies  for  a  chance  like 
that, 

Oh  my,  oh  my,  a  chance  like  that! 


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THE  NORTH  WIND  DOTH  BLOW 


The  north  wind  doth  blow,  and  we  shall  have 

.    snow, 

Jlnd  what  will  the  robin  do  then,  poor  thing? 
He  'II  sit  in  the  barn  and  keep  himself  warm, 
Jlnd  hide  his  head  under  his  wing,  poor  thing. 

But  never  a  word  of  plaint  will  be  heard 
From  robin,  no  matter  how  tired  and  cold; 
For  well  will  he  know  that  the  winter  will  go, 
And  the  blossoms   and   greenness  of   spring 
unfold. 

And  when  the  warm  sun  says  winter  is  done* 
He'll  gladden  us  all  with  his  cheery  song; 
And  never  will  fret  if  the  season  is  wet, 
Or  wail  that  the  winter  was  hard  and  long. 


There  was  a  crooked  man,  and  he  went  a 
crooked  mile, 

Jlnd  he  found  a  crooked  sixpence  beside  a 
crooked  stile; 

He  bought  a  crooked  cat,  which  caught  a 
crooked  mouse; 

Jtnd  they  all  lived  together  in  a  little  crooked 
house. 

Now  this  little  crooked  man  he  led  a  crooked 
life, 

And  so  when  he  dot  married,  he  dot  a  crooked 
wife; 

And  yet,  if   you  '11  believe  me,  though  funny 
to  relate, 

This,  selfsame  crooked  wife  of  his  contrived 
to  keep  him  straight. 

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/  love  little  pussy,  her  coat  is  so  warm, 
And  if  I  don't  hurt  her,  she  'It  do  me  no  harm. 
I  'II  sit  by  the  fire  and  give  her  some  food, 
And  pussy  will  love  me  because  1  am  good. 

I  think  she  will  like  me  much  better  this  way 
Than  she  did  when  I  dressed  her  in  doll's 

clothes  one  day. 
She  looked  very  nice,  but  her  comments, — oh 

my! 
They  sounded  like  fireworks  on   Fourth  of 

July. 

1  never  will  dress  her  again,  that  is  sure, 
Her  scratches,  you  see,  are  not  easy  to  cure; 
And  I  find  that  it  takes  much  more  time  than 

you'd  guess 
To  sew  up  the  rents  in  my  dolly's  best  dress. 


I  'd  give  a  good  deal,  if  it  was  n't  for  that, 
To  see  how  she  'd  look  in  my  dolly's  new  hat. 
But  no,  I  '11  not  try  it.     You  never  can  tell ; 
And  politeness  is  best  till  one's  scratches  get 
well. 


76 


GOOD  KING  ARTHUR 


When  good  King 
Arthur  ruled 
this  land 
He  was  a  good- 
ly king; 

He  stole  three 
pecks  of  barley 
meal 

To  make  a  bag-pudding. 
A  bag*pudding  the  King  did  make, 

And  stuffed  it  well  with  plums, 
And  in  it  put  great  lumps  of  fat 

As  big  as  my  two  thumbs. 
The  KinS  and  Queen  did  eat  thereof, 

And  noblemen  beside; 
And  what  they  could  not  eat  that  night 
The  Queen  next  morning  fried. 

That  afternoon  great  pains  and  cramps 

These  luckless  courtiers  had; 
The  doctor  sent  them  all  to  bed, 

They  felt  so  very  bad. 
But  when  at  night  the  King  again 

An  invitation  sent, 
The  courtiers  all  with  one  accord 

Got  out  of  bed  and  went. 
Some  people  thought  't  was  indiscreet, 

And  wagged  their  heads  thereat; 
But  life  is  dull,  if  one  stays  home 

For  little  things  like  that. 

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How  many  miles  to  Babylon  ? 

Three  score  miles  and  ten. 
Can  I  get  there  by  candlelight? 

Yes,  and  back  again. 


How  shall  I  do  to  Babylon? 
Who  will  tell  me  true? 

Oh,  there  are   trains,   and 
there  are  boats, 

And  automobiles,  too; 


78 


HOW  MANY  MILES  TO  BABYLON? 

And  one  may  ride  a  bicycle, 

Or  do  in  a  balloon; 
Or  one  may  travel  on  his  feet 

And  det  there  'most  as  soon. 


For  trains  do  off  the  track,  you  see, 
And  boats  do  down  below; 

And  automobiles  do  to  smash 
In  ways  that  none  may  know; 

And  tires  of  bicycles  do  pop, 
Balloons  will  do  and  balk; 

So  takind  all  in  all,  I  think 
If  I  were  you,  I  'd  walk. 


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YOUR  CRADLE  IS  GREEN 

Rock*a*bye  baby,  your  cradle  is  green ; 

Father  's  a  nobleman,  mother  fs  a  queen ; 
And  Betty  's  a  lady,  and  wears  a  gold  ring, 

And  Johnny's  a  drummer,  and  drums  for 
the  king. 

Rock-a-bye  baby,  the  cradle  swings  low ! 

Baby  '  s  a  princess,  who  '11  presently  do 
Riding  away  in  a  chariot  grand, 

Swinging  and  swaying,  to  Lullaby  Land. 

Rock-a-bye  baby,  the  cradle  swings  high ! 

The  stars  are  all  lighted,  and   hung   in   the 
sky; 

And  all  of  the   leaves   on   the   branches  and 
trees 

Are   gay  little   flags   that  are  tossed  to  the 
breeze. 

Rock-a-bye  baby,  swing  softly  and  slow ! 

The  light  in  the   palace   burns  misty  and 
low; 

While  through  the  still  twilight,  so   dim  and 
so  gray, 

A  dear  little  princess  goes  riding  away. 


APPLE    PIE 

//  all  the  world  were  apple  pie, 

Jtnd  all  the  sea  were  ink, 
What  should  we  do  for  bread  and  cheese, 

What  should  we  do  for  drink? 

Or,  if  the  world  were  all  ice  cream, 

The  ocean  lemonade, — 
There  wouldn't  be  much  bread  and  milk 

For  supper,  I  'm  afraid ; 

But  then,  one  should  n't  fret  and  fume 

Till  trouble  comes  in  sight. 
I  don't  believe  by  supper  time 

I'd  have  much  appetite. 


I  'LL  TELL  YOU  A  STORY 


7  'II  tell  you  a  story 
About  Mary  Morey, 

And  now  my  story  's  be* 
gun; 

I'll  tell  you  another 
About  her  brother, 

And   now    my   story    is 
done. 


I  could  tell  you  twenty, 
But  these  two  are  plenty; 

It's  safest  to  hear  by  decrees. 
The  next  eighteen  stories 
Concerning  the  Moreys 

Are  'most  as  exciting  as  these. 


TO   MARKET,  TO  MARKET 


To  market,  to  market,  to  buy  a  fat  pig, 
Home  again,  home  again,  jiggetty  jig! 

To  market,  to  market,  to  buy  a  fat  hog, 
Home  again,  home  again,  jiggetty  jog! 


Now  bacon  and  pork  are  unwholesome, 
alack ! 

So  to  market,  to    market,  to   carry  them 
back. 


To    market,  to    market,  just  see  how  we 
run! 

Home    again,   home   afgain,   marketing  's 
done! 


DUKE  OF  YORK 


The  noble  Duke  of  York 

He  had  ten  thousand  men; 
He  marched  them  up  the  hill  one  day, 

Then  marched  them  down  again. 

The  news  of  this  campaign 

So  overwhelmed  the  town, 
The  world  has  never  ceased  to  hear 

Of  him  and  his  renown. 

And  ever  since  that  time 

We've  had  ambitious  men 
Who've  marched  their  forces  up  a  hill, 

And  marched  them  down  again. 


84 


WHAT  ARE  LITTLE  GIRLS  MADE  OF? 


What  are  little  girls  made  of,  made  of, 
What  are  little  girls  made  of? 
Sugar  and  spice  and  everything  nice, — 
That's  what  little  girls  are  made  of. 

What  are  little  boys  made  of,  made  of, 
What  are  little  boys  made  of? 
Snips  and  snails  and  puppy  dogs'  tails, — 
That's  what  little  boys  are  made  of. 

What  are  their  mothers  made  of,  made  of, 
What  are  their  mothers  made  of? 
Ribbons  and  rings,  and  similar  things, — 
That's  what  their  mothers  are  made  of. 

What  are  their  fathers  made  of,  made  of, 
What  are  their  fathers  made  of? 
Dollars  and  dimes,  and  terrors, — at  times — 
That 's  what  their  fathers  are  made  of. 

85 


MARY  HAD  A  LITTLE   LAMB 


Mary  had  a  little  lamb, 

Its  fleece  was  white   as 
snow, 

And    everywhere    that 
Mary  went 

The   lamb    was   sure 
to  go. 


It  followed  her  to  school  one  day, 
Which  was  against  the  rule. 

It  made  the  children  laugh  and  play 
To  see  a  lamb  at  school. 


And  so  the  teacher  turned  him  out, 
But  still  he  lingered  near, 

And  waited  patiently  about 
Till  Mary  did  appear. 


MARY  HAD  A  LITTLE  LAMB 

Time  passed,  and  added  age  and  strength 

To  Mary's  little  lamb, 
Until  that  harmless,  woolly  pet 

Became  a  robust  ram. 

And  while  his  head  grew  hard  as  flint, 

And  his  expression  grim, 
He  pondered  on  the  heartless  way 

The  schoolma'am  treated  him. 

Again  he  sought  the  schoolhouse  door; 

Again, — the  vengeful  creature, — 
He  waited  patiently  about, — 

But  this  time  for  the  teacher. 

The  lessons  done,  she  sallied  forth, 
When,  chilling  her  with  dread, 

She  saw  the  monster  in  the  path, 
A-shaking  of  his  head. 

And  then  while  she  in  dire  dismay 

Tugged  wildly  at  the  latch, 
He  charged  upon  her  down  the  path 

With  business-like  despatch. 

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MARY  HAD  A  LITTLE  LAMB 

She,  now,  who  once  had  turned  him  out, 

And  thereby  won  renown, 
Collapsed  in  fright  as  he  charged  on, 

And  turned  her  upside  down. 

And  as  he  wandered  from  the  scene 
Where  these  events  had  passed, 

He  smiled  to  think  how  neatly  he 
Had  squared  accounts  at  last. 


Pat* a* cake,  pafra* 
cake,  baker's 
man, 

Bake  me  a  cake  as 
quick  as  you 
can; 

Pat  it  and  prick  it, 
and  mark  it  with 
B, 

Jtnd  put  it  in  the 
oven  for  baby 
and  me. 


Hurry  it,  hurry  it,  baker's  man, 

Bring  it  to  us  as  quick  as  you  can! 

I  hope  it  has  raisins  by  way  of  surprise, 

And   little   black  currants  that  look  just  like 
eyes. 


Here  it  comes,  here  it  comes,  baby  mine ! 
Never  was  cake  that  was  half  so  fine; 
Brown  as  a  berry,  and  hot  from  the  pan, 

Thank   you,  oh   thank  you,  you  good  baker's 
man! 


LITTLE  JACK  HORNER 


Little  Jack  Homer  sat  in  a  corner 

Eating  a  Christmas  pie. 
He  put  in  his  thumb  and  pulled  out  a 
plum, 

And  said,  "What  a  good  boy  am  I!" 

Now  pie   beyond   question  upsets  the  di- 
gestion ; 

That  night  such  a  time  as  he  had! 

One's   faith   it   destroys  when  good  little 
boys 

Can  feel  so  uncommonly  bad. 


90 


WEE  WILLIE  WINKIE 


Wee  Willie  Winkie  runs  through  the  town, 
Upstairs  and  downstairs  in  his  night  gown, 
Peeping  at  the  window,  crying  at  the  lock, 
Ji-re  the  babes  in  their  beds,  for  it 's  now  ten 
o'clock? 

Wee  Willie  Winkie,  robed  all  in  white, 
Scampers   alone    through    the   darkness   of 

night ; 
While  the  Man  in  the   Moon   from  his  perch 

watches  out 
To  learn  what  the  babies  on  earth  are  about. 

When  Wee  Willie  finds  one  in  slumber's  em- 
brace, 

The  Man  in  the  Moon  laughs  all  over  his 
face; 

But  when  there  is  one  who  to  sleep  will  not 
do, 

He  puckers  his  mouth  in  a  sorrowful  O. 

If  you  don't  believe   me,  just  look  at  him 

when 
You  're  wakeful  your  own  self  some  evening 

at  ten. 
You  '11  see  he 's  been   told  of  the  vigil  you 

keep, 
For  he  '11  not    smile    again   till    he    knows 

you  're  asleep. 

91 


SIMPLE  SIMON 


k  Simple  Simon  met  a  pieman, 
Going  to  the  fair; 

Said  Simple  Simon    to    the 
pieman, 

"Let  me  taste  your  ware." 


Said  the  pieman  to  Simple  Simon, 
"Show  me  first  your  penny." 

Said  Simple  Simon  to  the  pieman, 
"Sir,  I  haven't  any." 


Simple  Simon  went  a*fishing 
For  to  catch  a  whale; 

Ml  the  water  he  had  got 
Was  in  his  mother's  pail. 

92 


SIMPLE  SIMON 
With  visions  of  a  mighty  prize 

A-dano'ling  from  a  string, 
He  fished  and  fished  till  he  was  tired, 

But  never  caught  a  thing. 


Simple  Simon  went  to  look 
If  plums  grew  on  a  thistle; 
He  pricked  his  fingers  very  much 

Which  made  poor  Simon  whistle. 

) 

And  as  he  sat  beneath  a  tree 

And  rubbed   the   pricks  with   oint- 
ment, 

"Oh  dear,"  said  Simple  Simon,  "life 
Is  full  of  disappointment." 


THE  ROSE  IS  RED 

The  rose  is  red,  the  violet  blue, 
Sugar  is  sweet,  and  so  are  you. 

The  first  has  thorns  that  prick,  I  hear, 
And  blues  depress  us  all,  oh  dear ! 
The  last  makes  acid  in  our  veins 
That  gives  us  bad  rheumatic  pains; 
But  then,  you  need  n't  mind,  you  know,- 
Of  course  it  only  happens  so! 


94 


THE  MAN  IN  THE  MOON 


The  Man  in  the  Moon  came  down 
too  soon 

To  inquire  the  way  to  Norwich. 

He  went  by  the  south,  and  burned 
his  mouth 

With  eating  cold  plum> porridge. 


He  started  then  to  go  back  again, 
Before  he  had  intended, 

And   kept  up  steam   on  hot  ice- 
cream 

Until  the  trip  was  ended. 


HEY  DIDDLE   DINKETTY 

Hey  diddle  dinketty  poppety  pet, 
The  merchants  of  London  they  wear  scarlet. 
Silk  at  the  collar,  and  gold  at  the  hem, 
Very  fine  are  the  merchant  men. 


Hey  diddle  dinketty,  poppety  poo, 

The  merchants  of  our  day  wear  black  and 
blue. 

Cloth  at  the  collar,  and  cloth  at  the  hem, 
Plain,  but  rich,  are  the  merchant  men. 


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"Pussy  cat,  pussy  cat,  where  have  you  been  ?  " 
"I've  been  to  London,  to  see  the  Queen." 
"Pussy  cat,  pussy  cat,  what  did  you  there  ? " 
"/  frightened  a  little  mouse  under  the  chair." 


"What  did  you  say  when  you  'd  made  your 
best  bow?" 

"I  opened  my  mouth  and  remarked  'miaow'." 
"What  did  the  Queen  say  in  answer  to  that?" 

"She   screamed   a   little,   and   then   she   said 
'SCAT'!" 

97 


LITTLE  TOM  TUCKER 


Little  Tom  Tucker 
Sings  for  his  supper; 
What  shall  we  give  him  ? 
White  bread  and  butter; 
How  shall  he  cut  it 
Without  e'er  a  knife  ? 
How  can  he  marry 
Without  e'er  a  wife  ? 


This  was  what   his   mother   said  while 
getting  Tommy's  tea, 

And  Mother   Goose   wrote  down  the 
words  to  keep  for  you  and  me; 

She  must  have   known   how  much  sur- 
prised we  all  would  be  to  hear 

About  a  boy  who   sang  for   things,  for 
they  are  few,  I  fear ! 


And  now  perhaps   you  'd   like   to  know 
how  Tommy  fared  through  life, 

And  if   his   bread  was  always  cut,  and 
if  he  dot  his  wife; 


LITTLE  TOM  TUCKER 

And  I  can  tell  you, — yes,  indeed, — no  prophet 
need  one  be 

To  tell  what   good   things  come   to   him  who 
sings  to  get  his  tea! 


He  grew  to   be   a   man,  of   course;   and   he 
was  fat,  I  'm  sure, 

For   cheery  folks,  I  have  observed,  are  sel- 
dom thin  and  poor. 

Roth  knives  and  forks  he    always   had,  we 
may  be  sure  of  that, 

Or   how    could    he    have   eaten   things,   and 
grown  so  nice  and  fat? 


And  as  for  getting  married,  that  is  easy  to 
surmise, 

For  a  man  who  sings  when   supper  9s   late 
would  be  so  great  a  prize 

That  all  the  ladies  that  he  knew  would  stand 
in  anxious  rows 

For  him  to  choose  the   one   he  'd   take, — this 
everybody  knows. 

99 


LITTLE  TOM  TUCKER 

And  so  from  this  time  forward  he  was  hap- 
py as  a  lark; 

It  could  n't  well  be  otherwise,  I  venture  to 
remark. 

'T  is  only  those  who   fret   and  fume  while 
waiting  for  their  tea, 

Whose  end  no  person  can  foretell,  so  shock- 
ing it  may  be. 


100 


THERE  WAS  A    MAID 


There  was  a  maid  on  Scrab* 
ble  Hill, 

Jlnd  if  not    dead,   she   lives 
there  still; 

She  grew  so  tall  she  reached 
the  sky, 

Jlnd     on     the     moon     hung 
clothes  to  dry. 


The  moon,  however,  did  not  stay, 

But  sailed,  and  sailed,  and  sailed  away, 

And  carried  off,  quite  out  of  sight, 

The  clothes  she  'd  hung  to  dry  that  night. 


Next  day  this  maid  so  tall  and  thin 
Went  out  to  take  her  washing  in; 
And  how  she  did  gaze  round  and  stare, 
To  find  no  moon  or  washing  there! 

Then  all  the  neighbors  sniffed,  and  said, 
"One   always   meets   with   loss,  whose 

head 
Is  in  the  clouds";  and  I  am  quite 

Inclined  to  think  that  they  were  right. 

101 


MAN   IN   THE  WILDERNESS 

The  man  in  the  wilderness  asked  me 
How  many  strawberries  grew  in  the  sea. 
I  answered  him,  as  I  thought  goodt 
Jls  many  red  herrings  as  grew  in  the  wood. 

The  man  in  the  wilderness    scratched    his 
head ; — 

"  There  ought  to  be  plenty  of  them,"  he  said, 

"For  the  woods  are  as  wide  as  the  eye  can 
see, 

And   there 's   room   for   thousands   and  thou- 
sands," said  he. 

So  he  took  a  bid  basket,  and  sailed  away 

Across  the  blue    billows    where    mermaidens 
play, 

To  search  in  the  sea  meadows  hi^h  and  low, 

And  find  the  place  where   the  strawberries 
tfrow. 

I  wish  I  could  tell  you  what  luck  he  met, 
But  you  see,  he  has  n't  come  back, — not  yet, 
Although  he  started  so  long  ado 
You  'd  never  believe  if  I  told  you,— no ! 

102 


MAN  IN  THE  WILDERNESS 

That 's  just  the  trouble,  it  seems  to  me, 
With  going  a-berry ing  out  in  the  sea ; — 
So  wide  it  stretches,  with  never  a  track, 

And   the   days   slip   away,  and   you   have  n't 
come  back; 


While  the  wise  ones  at  home  eat  the  berries 
which  they 

Have  picked  in  the  garden  the  usual  way, 

And   waggle   their  heads  'cause  your  judg- 
ment was  bad. 

And  wonder  and  wonder  what  luck  you  have 
had. 


103 


DR.  FAUSTUS  WAS  A  GOOD  MAN 

Dr.  Faustus  was  a  good  man, 

He  whipped  his  scholars  now  and  then; 

When  he  whipped  them,  he  made  them  dance 

Out  of  Scotland  into  France, — 

Out  of  France  into  Spain, 

Jtnd  then  he  whipped  them  back  again; 

And  next,  beginning  as  before, 

He  whipped  them  all  around  once  more. 

When  examinations  came, 

He  whipped  and  chased  them  just  the  same ; 

And  as  they  kept  upon  the  dance 

Out  of  Scotland  into  France, — 

Out  of  France  into  Spain, 

And  then  all  round  and  round  again, 

Their  stock  of  learning  they  displayed, 

And  what  a  sorry  show  it  made! 

They  could  n't  read,  they  could  n't  spell, 

They  couldn't  do  their  grammar  well, 

They  couldn't  write  so  one  could  read, 

Their  sums  were  very  bad  indeed; 

But  in  geography, — oh  my, 

They  all  stood  very,  very  high ! 

104 


I  HAD  A  LITTLE  DOLL 


/  had  a  little  doll, 

The  prettiest  ever  seen; 
She  washed  me  the  dishes, 

Jlnd  kept  the  house  clean; 
She  went  to  the  mill 

To  fetch  me  some  flour; 
She  brought  it  home 

In  less  than  an  hour; 
She  baked  me  my  bread. 

She  brewed  me  my  ale, 
She  sat  by  the  fire,  and 

Told  many  a  fine  tale. 

She  made  no  complaint 

At  tending  the  door, 
Nor  objected  to  Quests, 

But  was  anxious  for  more. 
She  was  willing  to  wash 

From  morn  until  eve, 
And  never  announced 

She  was  going  to  leave. 
You  want  me  to  tell 

Why  she  's  not  here  to-day  ? 
She  just  spread  her  wings 

And  went  soaring  away! 

105 


BLOW,  WIND,  BLOW 

Blow,  wind,  blow,  and  go,  milt,  go, 
That  the  miller  may  grind  his  corn; 

That  the  baker  may  take  it, 

Jtud  into  rolls  make  it, 
And  bring  us  some  hot  in  the  morn. 

Blow,  flower,  blow,  and  go,  bee,  go, 
And  gather  some  honey  with  speed; 

I  hope  you  won't  mind  it, 

Because  I  shall  find  it, 
Oh,  very  delicious  indeed ! 

Crow,  cock,  crow,  and  go,  hen,  go, 
And  lay  some  fresh  eggs,  I  entreat ; 

I'm  sorry  to  ask  it, 

But  two  in  a  basket 
Would  just  make  my  breakfast  complete. 

Grow,  grass,  grow,  and  low,  cow,  low, 
And  bring  me  some  milk  in  a  cup; 

If  you  are  all  working 

Without  any  shirking, 
'T  will  pay  me,  I  think,  to  get  up. 

106 


OLD   MISTRESS  McSHUTTLE 

Old  Mistress  McShuttle 

Lived  in  a  coal-scuttle, 
JHong  with  her  dog  and  her  cat; 

What  they  ate  I  can't  tell, 

But  'tis  known  very  well 
That  none  of  the  party  were  fat. 


The  longer  they  staid, 
The  less  they  all  weighed, 

Until,  having  locked  up  the  door, 
They  \vent  walking  one  day, 
When  they  all  blew  away, 

And  never  were  seen  any  more. 


107 


TOM,  TOM,  WAS  A  PIPER'S  SON 


Tom,  Tom,  was  a  piper's  son, 
He  learned  to  play  when  he  was  young; 
But  all  the  tune  that  he  could  play 
Was  "Over  the  hills  and  far  away." 

He  played  it  loud,  he  played  it  low, 
He  played  it  fast,  he  played  it  slow, 
He  played  it  all  day  until  't  was  night, 
And  kept  right  on  till  morning's  light. 

And  so  the  neighbors  used  to  meet 
And  tell  in  whispers  most  discreet 
How  glad  they  'd  be,  if  pretty  soon 
He  'd  take  example  from  his  tune, 
And  stay  from  then  till  Judgment  Day 
"Over  the  hills  and  far  away." 


108 


BOW,  WOW,  WOW  ! 


Bow,  wow,  wow  I 
Whose  dog  art  thou? 
I'm  Tommy  Tinker's  dog, — 
Bow,  wow,  wow! 

Mew,  mew,  mew  ! 
Whose  cat  are  you? 
I'm  Tommy  Tinker's  cat,— 
Mew,  mew,  mew ! 

Ss,  ss,  ss! 

Whose  goose  is  this? 

I'm  Tommy  Tinker's  goose, — 

Ss,  ss,  ss ! 


So  these  are  Tommy  Tinker's  pets 
All  standing  here,  no  doubt, 

To  wait  with  patience  near  the  door 
For  Tommy  to  come  out. 

109 


BOW,  WOW,  WOW  ! 
And  this  is  Tommy  Tinker 

With  a  cooky  in  his  hand, 
Which  he  will  eat  outside  the  door,— 

At  least,  he  so  has  planned. 

With  joy  these  three  expectant  pets 

To  meet  dear  Tommy  fly; 
And  where  is  Tommy's  cooky  gone? 

And  why  does  Tommy  cry? 


no 


COCK  ROBIN  GOT  UP  EARLY 


Cock  Robin  got  up  early 

Jit  the  break  of  day, 
And  went  to  Jenny's  window 

To  sing  a  roundelay. 

He  sang  Cock  Robin's  love 
To  the  pretty  Jenny  Wren, 

And  when  he  got  unto  the  end, 
Then  he  began  again. 


And  though  at  first  she  diddled 

And  tossed  her  pretty  head, 
Yet  all  the  while  she  listened 

To  what  Cock  Robin  said. 

in 


COCK  ROBIN  GOT  UP  EARLY 
And  pretty  soon  the  window 

Swung  out  an  inch — or  less — 
And  down  a  little  note  dropped, 

Which  told  Cock  Robin,  yes. 

Now  all  this  goes  to  show  you 
That  he  who'd  win  the  day 

Must  get  up  very  early, 
And  boldly  say  his  say; 

And  when  he  's  through,  begin  again, 
Like  Robin's  roundelay. 


112 


FOUR-AND-TWENTY   TAILORS 

Four*and*twenty  tailors  went  to  kill  a  snail; 

The  bravest  man   amongst  them  durst  not 
touch  her  tail; 

She  put  out  her  horns  like  a  little  Kyloe  cow, — 

Run,  tailors,  runf  or  she  'II  kill  you  all  e'en 
now  ! 

The   four-and- twenty   tailors   then  went   to 
catch  a  frog, 

But  he  looked  so  very   fierce   and   green, 
perched  up  upon  a  log, 

That  all   of   them    turned   quickly  round   and 
scampered  from  the  spot, 

And   never  once   looked  back  to  see  if  he 
gave  chase  or  not. 


These   four-and-twenty  tailors,  on   hunting 
still  intent, 

Decided  next  to  catch   a   mouse,  so   to   the 
cellar  went; 

But  my,  it  looked  so  very  dark, — just  like  an 
ogre's  den — 

They  changed   their   minds  with  one  accord, 
and  hurried  out  again. 

113 


FOUR-AND-TWENTY   TAILORS 

To   calm   their   nerves   they  then  sat  down 
beneath  a  spreading  tree, 

And  all  agreed   that   hunting'    wasn't   what 
't  was  famed  to  be  ; 

"  Because,"   said  they,   "  t  h  o  u  d  h   you    may 
catch  the  beast  you  hunt,  't  is  true, 

Yet  where  *s  the  fun  in  hunting,  if  perchance 
he  catches  you? 


114 


THREE  YOUNG  RATS 

Three  young  rats  with  black  felt  hats, 
Three  young  ducks  with  new  straw  fiats, 
Three  young  dogs  with  curling  tails. 
Three  young  cats  with  demi-veils, 
Went  out  to  walk  with  two  young  pigs- 
In  satin  vests  and  sorrel  wigs; 
But  suddenly  it  chanced  to  rain, 
And  so  they  all  went  home  again. 

The  rats  now  donned  their  rubber  boots, 
The  ducks  put  on  their  rubber  suits, 
The  dog's,  arrayed  in  mackintoshes, 
Advised  the  cats  to  wear  galoshes; 
The  pigs  umbrellas  took,  and  so 
They  all  set  out  once  more  to  do; 
But  then  the  sun  came  out,  alack, 
Which  caused  them  all  to  hurry  back. 

So  now  they've  all  agreed  that  they 
From  this  time  forth  at  home  will  stay; 
It 's  too  much  trouble  altogether 
To  dress  according  to  the  weather. 


115 


MISS    MAGKAY 

Mas  /  alas  I  for  Miss  Mackay  I 
Her  knives  and  forks  have  run  away; 

And  when  the  cups  and  spoons  are  going, 
She  's  sure  there  's  no  way  of  knowing. 

Her  plates  have  also  done,  I  hear, 
And  all  the  saucers,  too, — oh  dear ! 

And  after  them,  with  noise  and  clatter, 
The  soup  tureen  and  turkey  platter. 

Poor  Miss  Mackay!  I  do  declare 

"Her  table  will  be  pretty  bare! 
Still,  on  the  whole,  it 's  foolish  grieving 

Because  such  things  as  these  are  leaving. 

Sometimes,  though  much  against  my  wishes, 
I'm  set  to  work  to  wash  the  dishes; 

And  then  indeed  no  tongue  can  say 
How  much  I  envy  Miss  Mackay! 


116 


ONCE   I  SAW  A  LITTLE  BIRD 

Once  I  saw  a  little  bird 
Come  hop,  hop,  hop; 
So  I  cried,  Little  bird, 
Will  you  stop,  stop,  stop  ? 
Jtnd  was  going  to  the  window 
To  say,  How  do  you  do 
But  he  shook  his  little  tail, 
And  far  away  he  flew. 

Then  I  saw  a  butterfly 
So  day,  day,  day, 
And  I  cried,  Butterfly, 
Won't  you  stay,  stay,  stay  ? 
But  the  butterfly  went  ramblind 
The  whole  wide  garden  through, 
And  presently  sailed  lightly  off, 
And  soon  was  lost  to  view. 

Next  I  heard  a  little  bee 
Say,  Hum,  hum,  hum ! 
And  I  cried,  Little  bee, 
Will  you  come,  come,  come  ? 
And  he  seemed  to  be  quite  willing*, 
And  came  to  see  me  then; 
But  I  '11  never,  never,  ask  a  bee 
To  call  on  me  again! 

117 


OLD  MAN  OF  TOBAGO 


There  was  an  old  man 
of  Tobago, 

Who    lived   on    rice, 
gruel  and  sago, 

Till,    much    to    his 
bliss, 

His     physician     said 
this: 

To  a  leg,  sir,  of  mutton 
you  may  go. 


He  ate  it,  alas,  with  much 
gusto, 

He   was    soon    feeling   far 
from  robust-o; 

And  then,  though  'twas 
cruel, 

He  went  back  to  gruel, 

Whereupon   he   got  better, 
— I  trust-o! 


118 


NOTHING-AT-ALL 

There  was  an  old  woman  called  J\[othing*at* 

allf 
Who    lived    in    a    dwelling    exceedingly 

small; 
Jl  man  stretched  his  mouth  to  its  widest  ex= 

tent, 
Jlnd  down  at  one  gulp  house  and  old  woman 

went. 

Then  all  of   the   neighbors   arrived   on  the 

run 
To  learn  what  had  happened,  and  how  it  was 

done; 
And  they  all  told,  as   loud  as   their  voices 

could  ring, 
How   horrid   he  was  who  would  do  such  a 

thing. 

Oh,  they   shouted   and   clamored,  explaining 

how  they 
Would   punish   a   person  who'd  act  in  this 

way; 
And  they  flourished  their  arms,  and  they 

paced  up  and  down, 
Till    the    racket    and    hubbub    alarmed    the 

whole  town. 

The  dogs  they  all  barked,  and  the  babies  all 
cried, 

119 


NOTHING-AT-ALL 

The  kittens  miaowed,  and  the  puppies  ki- 
yied, 

The  chickens  all  cackled,  the  mooly  cows 
mooed, 

The  ducks  said,  Quack,  quack,  and  the  child- 
ren boo-hooed. 

Now  of  course   all   this  noise  didn't  do  any 

good,— 

Nobody  even  supposed  that  it  would; 
But  it  is  such  a  comfort  to  sputter  and  bawl 
And  make  a  big  fuss  over  nothing  at  all! 


120 


THE  COCK  DOTH  GROW 

The  cock  doth  crow 
To  let  you  know, 
If  you  be  wise, 
'Tis  time  to  rise. 

The  foolish  bird! 
He  hasn't  heard 
How  those  who  know 
Prefer  to  do 
To  sleep  again, 
And  lie  till  ten, 
Or  even  doze 
Till  morning's  close. 
Just  hear  the  bee, 
How  drowsily 
He  hums  about, 
Because,  no  doubt, 
That  horrid  cock, 
With  sudden  shock, 
Disturbed  his  rest. 
So  doth  protest 
The  willow  tree, 
Who  weeps  to  see 

121 


THE  COCK  DOTH  CROW 

The  morning  break, 
Because  't  will  wake 
The  cock,  who  tries 
To  make  us  rise. 
No,  no,  vain  bird, 
It's  quite  absurd 
To  clamor  so, 
And  crow  and  crow, 
And  think  your  fuss 
Can  swindle  us, 
And  make  us  glad 
To  join  the  sad, 
Misguided  few, 
Who  rise  with  you! 


122 


WAS  EVER  HEARD  SUCH  NOISE  AND  GLAMOR 


Was  ever  heard  such  noise  and  clamor? 

The  hatchet 's  jealous  of  the  hammer; 

The  auger  shouts  that  more  and  more 

The  gimlet  gets  to  be  a  bore; 

The  mallet  says  it  's  plain  to  see 

The  crowbar's  dull  as  dull  can  be; 

The  tongs  affirms  he  'd  never  blow 

The  way  the  bellows  does, — no,  no! 

Apparently  they  've  all  forgot 

They  've  faults  themselves  as  like  as  not ; 

But  then,  how  foolish  it  would  be 

To  air  one's  own  in  company, 

When  other  folks',  beyond  a  doubt, 

Are  lots  more  fun  to  talk  about! 


123 


THERE  WAS  A  LITTLE  GIRL 


There  was  a  little  girl, 

And  she   had  a   little 
curl 

'Right  in  the  middle  of 
her  forehead; 

When  she  was  good 

She   was    very,   very 
good, 

But  when  she  was  bad, 
she  was  horrid. 


I ' ve  known  some  other  girls 
Who  hadn't  any  curls, 

Yet  sometimes  even  they  were 
pretty  horrid; 

So  I  suspect  that  they 
Are  horrid  any  way, 

And   curls   deceitful   things   upon 
the  forehead. 


134 


DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY 


Daffy*down*dilly  has 
come  up  to  town 


In    a   yellow   petticoat 

and  a  green  gown; 

Miss  Crocus  has  also  arrived,  I 
am  told, 

As   gay   as   a   peacock   in   pink, 
white,  and  gold ; 

And    while    you    were    sleeping 
so  soundly  last  night, 

Came  dainty  Miss  Snowdrop, 
arrayed  all  in  white. 

How  did  I  hear  all  the  news?— 
Why,  you  see, 

A    note    from    the    robin    just 
brought  it  to  me. 


125 


BURNIE  BEE 

Burnie  bee,  burnie  beet 

Tell  me  when  'It  your  wedding  be; 

If  it  be  to-morrow  day, 

Take  your  wings  and  fly  away. 

Fly  so  far  that  none  can  see 

Where  you  're  hiding,  burnie  bee ; 

It  is  n't  just  the  thing  to  shirk, 

But  weddings  bring*  a  lot  of  work, — 

Tarts  to  mold,  and  cake  to  make, 

Tea  to  brew,  and  bread  to  bake, 

Sugar  plums  to  mix,  beside, 

And  portly  doughnuts  to  be  fried; 

Then  there'll  be  the  house  to  sweep 

While  other  folks  are  still  asleep, 

Things  to  scour,  and  things  to  clean, 

With  scrubbing'  sandwiched  in  between. 

Burnie  bee,  burnie  bee, 

If  ever  I  that  day  should  see, 

I  '11  run  away  the  week  before, 

And  stay  until  the  wedding  's  o'er. 


136 


LITTLE  QUEEN  PIPPIN 


Little  Queen  Pippin 
once  built  a 
hotel, 

How  long  and  how 
high,  I'm  sure 
I  can  't  tell; 

The  walls  were  of  sugar,  as  white 
as  the  snow, 

.And  jujube  windows  were  placed 
In  a  row; 

The  columns  were  candy,   and 
all  very  tall, 

Jlnd  a  roof  of  choice  cakes  was 
spread  over  all. 

Now  when  it  was  finished,  came 
many  a  mile 

The  friends  of  Queen  Pippin  to 
visit  a  while. 


They  came  with  their 

by  twelves  and  thirteens 

Until  they  were  packed  in  the 
rooms  like  sardines, 

And  the  Queen  had  n't  even  a  bed 
of  her  own, 

127 


LITTLE  QUEEN  PIPPIN 

So  had  to  sit  up  the  whole   night   on  her 
throne. 

'T  was  just  at  this   juncture,  as  I  should  ex- 
plain, 

The  sky  became  dark,  and  a  torrent  of  rain 
Descended  in  floods  upon  moorland  and  fell, 
And  likewise  on  little  Queen  Pippin's  hotel. 

Dear  me!     'T  was  n't  built   for  bad  weather, 
you  see, 

And  so  before  long  't  was  as  damp  as  could 
be. 

The  longer  it  rained,  the  more  slushy  it  got, 
Until  it's  a  fact  that  there  wasn't  a  spot 

Where  a  person  could  stand  without  wetting 
his  feet, 

Or  a  place  to  sit  down  when  one  needed  to 
eat. 

Such  dampness  of  course  will  produce  many 
ills, 

So  the  guests  before  long  all  had  fevers  and 
chills, 

And  they  all  grew  rheumatic,  and  all  got  the 
grip, 


LITTLE  QUEEN  PIPPIN 

Then   sputtered   because   they  dot   wet   from 
the  drip. 

Some   had   the   earache,  some,  cold  in  the 
head, 

And  all  of  them  vowed  they  were  pretty  near 
dead; 

Till  at  last,  though  such  manners  one  scarce 
can  conceive, 

They  all  lost  their   tempers   and  said  they 
would  leave. 

Accordingly,  therefore,  they  promptly  arose, 

And,   very    much    quicker    than    you  would 
suppose, 

They  packed  up  their  things,  and  with  vis- 
ages wry 

Bade  little  Queen  Pippin  a  hasty  good-bye. 


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LITTLE    KING  BOGGEN 

Little  Ring  Boggen,  he  built  a  fine  hall, 

Pie  crust  and  pastry  crust,  that  was  the  wall; 

The  windows  were  made  of  black  puddings 
and  white, 

And  slated  with  pancakes ,—you  ne'er  saw 
the  like. 

Of  fresh  maple  sugar  the    chimneys    were 
made, 

Each  brick  in  the  whitest  of  cream  candy  laid; 

Of  cake  were  the  doorways,  the  stairways  of 
cheese, 

And  oh,  there  were    dozens   and   dozens   of 
these ! 

Now  little   Kind   Boggen,  he  gave  a  grand 
ball, 

Inviting  the  courtiers,  the  neighbors,  and  all; 
And  every  one  came,  all  in  tinsel  and  gilt, 

To  see  the  fine  palace   King   Boggen   had 
built. 

In  wide-open-mouthed  admiration  they  gazed 

At  this  wonderful  structure  King  Boggen  had 
raised, 

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LITTLE    KING  BOGGEN 

Then   slyly  picked   off,  with  a  finger  and 
thumb, 

For  the  tiniest  taste,  just  a  wee  little  crumb ! 

It  was  so  delicious,  they  tasted  again ; 

Of  stairs,  walls,  and  chimneys  they  tasted, — 
and  then 

They  just  helped  themselves  to  a   little  bit 
more, — 

A  slice  from  a  window,  a  piece  from  a  door. 

I  blush  to  relate  it, — *t  was  most  impolite, — 

At  last  they  just  gobbled  with  all  of  their 
might; 

They    ate,  and    they    ate,  from    wall,  door- 
frame, and  sash, 

Until   the   whole   palace   fell   down  with  a 
crash  ! 

Little  King  Bog'gen,  in  crumbs  to  his  neck, 
Crept  slowly  and  painfully  out  of  the  wreck. 

"Well,"  he  said  grimly,  ••  they  '11  all  know  it 
when 

Such  pigs  are  invited  to  my  house  again." 


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WHAT'S  THE   NEWS? 


"  What 's  the  news  of  the  day, 

Good  neighbor,  I  pray  ?  " 

"They  say  the  balloon 

Has  gone  up  to  the  moon/' 

To  carry  with  care 

To  the  Man,  who  lives  there, 

A  cargo  of  urns 

Full  of  ointment  for  burns. 

For  long*  long  ago, 

As  you  probably  know, 

A  blister  he  got 

From  pie  that  was  hot. 

And  ever  since  then, 

Like  most  other  men, 

Who  bear  with  ill  grace 

And  a  very  long  face 

Their  pains  and  their  aches, 

Such  a  fuss  as  he  makes! 

His  mouth  is  a  sight, 

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WHAT'S  THE  NEWS? 

All  twisted  up  tight, 

And  his  brows  are  drawn  down 

In  a  woebegone  frown, 

Just  to  let  us  all  know 

He  is  suffering  so* 

I  hope  the  balloon 

Will  arrive  pretty  soon 

With  his  cargo  of  urns 

Full  of  ointment  for  burns, 

For  undoubtedly  then 

He  '11  look  pleasant  again. 

And  gazing  some  night 

When  the  moon  's  shining  bright, 

I  'm  sure  that  you  '11  see, 

As  plain  as  can  be, 

A  smile  which  appears 

To  pass  under  his  ears, 

And  even,  you  '11  find, 

Comes  together  behind. 


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TOMMY  SNOOKS  AND  BESSY  BROOKS 

As  Tommy  Snooks  and  Bessy  Brooks 
Were  walking  out  one  Sunday, 

Said  Tommy  Snooks  to  Bessy  Brooks, 
"To*morrow  will  be  Monday." 

As  Tommy  Snooks  and  Bessy  Brooks 

Went  strolling  on  together, 
Said  Tommy  Snooks  to  Bessy  Brooks, 

"This  is  such  charming  \veather." 

Then  Bessy  Brooks  to  Tommy  Snooks 

Replied  with  admiration, 
"  You  clever  boy,  I  so  enjoy 

Your  brilliant  conversation!" 


TAFFY  WAS  A  WELSHMAN 


Taffy  was  a  Welshman, 
Taffy  was  a  thief; 
Taffy  came  to  my,  house, 
Jlnd  stole  a  piece  of  beef. 
I  went  to  Taffy's  house, 
Taffy  was  n't  home; 
Taffy  came  to  my  house, 
Jlnd  stole  a  marrow  bone. 
I  went  to  Taffy's  house, 
Taffy  was  in  bed; 
I  took  the  marrow  bone, 
Jlnd  flung  it  at  his  head. 


Now  I  'm  mad  at  Taffy, 

And  he  is  mad  at  me; 

In  fact  both  he  and  I  are 

As  cross  as  cross  can  be ; 

For  Taffy  was  n't  honest, — 

Which  surely  is  n't  ri^ht,— 

And  he, — would  you  believe  it? — 

Says  /  was  impolite! 

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DEAR  SENSIBILITY 

Dear  Sensibility,  O  la! 
1  heard  a  little  lamb  cry  baa! 
Said  I,  "So  you  have  lost  mamma  ?  " 

"Baa!" 

The  little  lamb,  as  I  said  so, 
Frisking  about  the  fields  did  go, 
Jtnd  frisking,  trod  upon  my  toe. 

"Oh!" 

Dear  me!  I  see  him  coming  now 
With  playful  smile  and  guileless  brow, 
To  frisk  some  more, — I  well  know  how, — 

"Ow!" 

You  waggish  lamb,  if  you  are  through 
A-making  me  all  black  and  blue, 
I'll  gladly  bid  farewell  to  you! 

"SHOO!" 


GEORGIE  PORGIE 

Georgie  Porgie,  pudding  and  pie, 
I^issed  the  girls  and  made  them  cry; 
When  the  girts  came  out  to  play, 
Georgie  Porgie  ran  away. 

Georgie  Porgie  thought  't  was  fun 
To  make  the  bears  and  lions  run; 
The  turkey  gobbler  strutted  by, 
So  Georgie  did  n't  stop  to  try. 

He  sallied  out  the  darkest  night 
To  give  some  robber  chief  a  fright; 
A  snapping  twig  made  such  a  crack 
That  Georgie  Porgie  hurried  back. 

Some  day  his  name  in  books  you  '11  read ; 
A  boy,  I  'm  very  sure  indeed, 
Who  faces  dangers  like  these  three, 
Deserves  a  place  in  history. 


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A  CAT  CAME  FIDDLING 


Jl  cat  came  fiddling  out  of  a 
barn 

With  a  pair  of  bag-pipes   under 
her  arm; 

She  could  sing  nothing  but  "Fid* 
dle*cum*fee, 

The  mouse  has  married  the  bum.' 
blebee." 

Pipe,  cat, — dance,  mouse; 

We'll  have  a   wedding  at  our 
good  house. 


Then  came  a  dog  with  a  big  bass 
drum; 

"Boom,  boom,"  he  played,  "you 
must  all  of  you  come. 

;  There  will  be  dancing  and  feast- 
ing till  ten, 

And  then  they  '11  begin  it  all  over 
again!" 


^    Dance,  mouse, — pipe,  cat ; 


Never   a  wedding  was  gayer  than 
that. 

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A  GAT  GAME    FIDDLING 
The  mouse  came  next  with  the  bumblebee. 
"Oh  ho,"  they  laughed,  "Oh  ho,  tee-hee! 
He  who  would  reckon  his  pleasures  so  fast 
Must  never  delay  till  the  wedding  is  past!" 
Dance,  mouse, — pipe,  cat ; 
Never  a  sermon  was  truer  than  that! 


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A  LITTLE  BOY  WENT  INTO  A  BARN 

A  little  boy  went  into  a  barn 

And  lay  down  on  some  hay; 
Jtn  owl  came  out  and  flew  about, 

And  the  little  boy  ran  away. 

He  'd  not  done  far  when  he  thought  he  heard 

Some  most  peculiar  squeals; 
* T  was  only  a  mouse  beneath  the  house, 

But  again  he  took  to  his  heels. 

He  'd  paused  for  breath  when  a  duck  came  by* 
And  suddenly  said  '*  Quack,  quack ! " 

So  on  he  flew  for  a  mile  or  two, 
And  never  took  time  to  look  back. 

Then  the  owl,  and  the  mouse,  and  the  duck, 
they  laughed 

Till  their  sides  did  fairly  ache, 
For  'twas  funny  indeed  to  see  what  speed 
That  poor  little  boy  could  make. 

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